Hidden To Everyone

There's so much blood.

Where is it coming from? It's everywhere, thick, crimson blood soaking into their dark blue sheets staining them black.

Daisy blinks in the pale morning light, 'I must be dreaming, I'm obviously still asleep.'

She doesnt wake up, she's already wide awake.

Fascinated she runs her fingers through the pooling liquid, its warm but its already starting to dry, not fresh then.

She balks at a sound from the corner of her bedroom still cast in the shadows.

"Sammy?"

The porcelin skin of his face is suddenly bathed in light making him look otherworldly as he slowly stalks towards her, still sitting up in their bed.

A tiny smile creeps onto the blondes lips before shattering as the rest of Samuels body hit the sunlight.

There's so much blood. Burgandy on alabaster. Each elegant finger dipped in it, his wrists and arms and the entire front of his white shirt, soaked in the stuff, its dripping on their carpet leaving ruby puddles.

Daisy's on her feet in a flash, tanned hands searching Samuels body for the cause, smoothing over flawless skin, pushing the thin cotton of his shirt over his head, disheviling raven hair.

Perfect.

Not a scratch or a scrape, just a fading bruise on a collar bone that she had sucked onto his skin himself.

Daisy lets out a sigh of relief, her boyfriends unharmed, still in one piece.

The fear that grips her heart afterwards is mind numbing.

If Samuels fine then... who's blood is that?

Horrified blue meets black and Daisy's stomach churns sickingly.

There's no trace of Samuel in his eyes, just two swirling pools of insanity. It had been locked up tight but it was out now, free to rein where before it had been chained up beneath the surface. Trapped in hiss cool, hard, unfeeling exterior.

He was feeling now.

It was terrifying.

It was like the blood had even stained his eyes, they almost looked red in the weak morning light. Daisy wanted to run but she couldnt find her feet.

A deranged smile cracks his blank face sending shivers down her spine.

"Morning sweetheart," his voice is as silky as ever as he trails his bloody knuckles across her cheekbones, smearing the golden skin with blood. Daisy holds back the need to gag. "I have a present for you."

She has no idea what the present is but she has a very strong feeling she really doesnt want to find out.

Theres no choice though, as slick bloody fingers wind around her wrist, repainting her tattoo, and drag her from their bedroom, she stumbles and almost trips but Samuel catches her, cuddles her to his sticky chest, they finally reach the living room and this time she really does throw up, would have dropped to her knees but Samuel's still holding her close, cading long fingers through gloden tresses.

She can feel the wide stretch of lips, curving into a smile against her bare neck and the bile rushes up her throat again, spilling onto their once cream carpet.

"Ahh Daisy baby, whats wrong, do you not like my gift?" Samuel almost sings, spinning her in his arms so they're face to face.

He looks genuienly worried for her well being, all soft and warm and compassionate but theres evil in his eyes, Daisy can see it all. How did she never see it before?

Hidden to everyone AND her..

She starts to shake, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead as she crumbles to the floor taking Samuel with her. Samuel who's holding her like a child, rocking them and whispering sweet nothings into her blonde hair.

"All for you baby, this is for you, my perfect love, you're so beautiful, you never have to be scared again, i fixed everything see, i love you. There's no one to hurt you any more, just me and you forever."

Daisy cant meet his eyes, cant look away from the three dead bodies littering their living room.

She knows them all. Knows their names. Their milky eyes recognize her, she just knows it, there's so much blood.

The one nearest to her is Mr Watanabe, the owner of the orphanage she escaped from and it makes sence, she understands why Sam would target him, but it doesnt make it right, doesnt justinfy the grusome slitting of the mans muscled throat.

The second body, carelessly draped over the coffee table, is a girl from collage, her bubblegum pink hair matted to her pretty face with the blood from a deep gash in her forhead. Ava Johnson, Daisy always thought she had the most beautiful green eyes, had tried to make friends with her hundreds of times but she was a bitch, made fun of Daisys hand-me-down clothing, turned her nose up at her orphange upbringing couldnt understand how such a gorgeous, rich man like Sam would date a street rat like Daisy.

It wasnt a good enough reason for her death. She was pre-med, good with children, kind to everyone but Daisy.

The third and last body was also probably the worst, the worst because Daisy was friends with him, had been for a few years, twenty two year old Tate Parker.
She counted him as her best mate, they'd had the same classes for three years, they went out for drinks and bowling and to the cinema. Daisy had met his girlfriend and been to their house for dinner.

She knows why his bodys amoung the others.

They'd been involved in a bar fight two weeks pryer, Tate had accidentally hit her and given her a nasty black eye and stitches in her lip. He groveled and groveled for hours at the A&E but Daisy had laughed it off, it was stupid, a total accident.

Samuel had been furious.

She obviously hadnt noticed just how much.

Theres a knife still poking out of his chest.

Daisy gags but theres nothing left in her stomach.

This has to be a nightmare there's no way this is happening.